Late Night Talking: König x Reader

Chapter 12 - Questions

After the day passes with König and me just doing our own thing, an awkward silence hangs in the air. When I was watching TV, or getting leftovers from the fridge, he'd sneak glances at me...but I'm not innocent either, I'd steal a peek at him out of the corner of my eye from time to time.

It's around 10 at night now, and I've waited long enough for König to talk to me or pull me aside to explain what he said he was going to.

I walk up the stairs, and simultaneously König opens the bathroom door, making me come face to face with his broad chest and massive shoulders. I trail up his shirtless torso and meet his eyes. Although he's shirtless, he still has his mask on, which is questionable, but it adds to his sexiness. And besides his mask, he has a pair of pajama pants on, too, so it's not like he's fully naked.

We just stare at each other for a minute before he steps past me and goes into his room. I follow behind him, but he turns around as he gets to the door that leads to his room.

He places both hands on either side of his doorframe, towering over me and leaning down. 

"So..." I look up at him sheepishly with a goofy grin on my face. 

"So..." König repeats, looking from my eyes to my mouth. 

I look at him and blink slowly. 

He looks at me and blinks slowly. 

"Are you going to....y'know." I say, rocking on my feet a little bit. 

He sighs and drops his head. 

"I was hoping you'd forget." König says, exhaling slowly. 

I deadpan and roll my eyes. He can not be serious. 

"That's not how it works. I need an explanation, and you said you would..." I trail off.

"I just don't want to ruin the beginning of our...'friendship' by explaining stuff." He says, his German accent heavy with each word. 

"You're living in my house, you're a very scary man, you've saved my life, and I want to know everything about you. Think about it as your rent." I say, smiling. 

"I could just lie. How do you know I'd be telling the truth, Prinzessin." König says. 

"Good point, um, let's play 21 questions, I'll ask you a question, and you can ask me a question." I offer.

"Sure." He stares at me. 

"Um... get dressed and come to my room. I mean, if you want to get dressed. You don't have to." I say, raising an eyebrow and grinning a little. 

"I'll think about it." He says as he retreats into his room and shuts the door. 

"I'll meet you there in, like, 10 minutes, ok?" I yell through the door. 

Hopefully, he heard. If we're going to be doing 21 questions, we're going to need some snacks or something. I go downstairs to the kitchen and get a few big bowls, filling them with popcorn, pretzels, and some M&M's. Good thing I always have a stash of junk food in my house, as one should. 

I hope König isn't like those immature boys who always make 21 questions sexual, but then again, everything about König has exceeded my expectations. I wonder if it's weird that I'm asking a grown man who's probably old enough to be my father to play 21 questions. I've never really thought about his age, but...I'm not complaining. 

I go back upstairs and to my room. I close my door and get dressed into my pajamas, which is a long T-shirt and shorts. Just as I'm finished, I hear a knock on my door.